Well, I hear something else. It's the Hug Plane, and it's coming in for a landing.

Monday, July 31

Panic on the streets of Birmingham . . .

. . . as a second demon Gillett spawn is unleashed on Alabama's largest city. That's right -- Baby Sis is now an official Birminghamian. I would've announced this earlier, but I didn't want to step on her toes, and besides, with our family you never know when a parole officer might be reading.

Ann moves into her new apartment sometime this weekend, God willing, which should be an interesting counterpoint to the filth and squalor in which I currently reside. In the meantime, Ann wrote a really terrific editorial piece that was printed on the front freakin' page of the opinions section of the Sunday Columbus paper -- for some reason the geniuses at the Ledger-Enquirer aren't making it available online, but I think it was sort of based on a blog post Ann did a couple weeks ago about the release of the "World Trade Center" movie, so I hope she won't mind if I send y'all here.

"[Your raw sexual magnetism is so overpowering that I don't know what I might do around you, so for my own safety it's probably best if you s]tay at least 200 feet away from me at all times."
— Erin Andrews, ESPN